293 5th P. M. 4 lines 7s. Calvary. W God descend, in majesty, THEN on To proclaim his holy law, Lovely, mournful Calvary. 294 C. M. Are in the gospel found ! Who knows the joyful sound. 2 Poor, sinful, thirsty, fainting souls, Are freely welcome here; Salvation, like a river, rolls, Abundant, free, and clear. 3 Come, then, with all your wants and wounds; Your every burden bring: A deep, celestial spring. May of this stream partake; And drink, for Jesus' sake. 0 6 Millions of sinners, vile as you, Have here found life and peace; Come, then, and prove its virtues too, And drink, adore, and bless. 295 S. M. G Convinced of guilt, with grief oppress'd, We find no comfort there. 2 Not all our groans and tears, Nor works which we have done, Nor vows, nor promises, nor prayers, Can e'er for sin atone. 3 Relief alone is found In Jesus' precious blood : 'Tis this that heals the mortal wound, And reconciles to God. And all our hopes arise A spotless victim dies. 296 C. M. In a believer's ear; And drives away his fear. 2 It makes the wounded spirit whole And calms the troubled breast; 'Tis manna to the hungry soul, And to the weary, rest. 3 Dear Name, the rock on which I build, My shield and hiding-place; My never-failing-treasure, fill'd With boundless stores of grace: HOW 1 4 Jesus, my Shepherd, Saviour, Friend, My Prophet, Priest, and King, Accept the praise I bring. With every fleeting breath; So shall the music of thy Name Refresh my soul in death. 297 L. M. of 1 1 The wisdom coming from above, 298 C. M. Unmerited and free, And help our misery. 2 Thou waitest to be gracious still ; Thou dost with sinners bear; That, saved, we may thy goodness feel, And all thy grace declare. 3 Thy goodness and thy truth to me, To every soul, abound; A vast, unfathomable sea, Where all our thoughts are drown'd. 4 Its streams the whole creation reach, So plenteous is the store ; Enough for all, enough for each, Enough forever more. 5 Faithful, O Lord, thy mercies are, A rock that cannot move : A thousand promises declare Thy constancy of love. Unalterably sure; His goodness must endure. 299 L. M. Universal redemption. VINNERS, obey the heavenly call; Your prison doors stand open wide: Go forth, for Christ hath ransom'd all, For every soul of man hath died. . 2 'Tis his the drooping soul to raise; To rescue all by sin oppress'd ; To clothe them with the robes of praise, And give their weary spirits rest. SINA BLOW 3 To help their grov'ling unbelief; Beauty for ashes to confer; The oil of joy for abject grief; Triumphant joy for sad despair. 4 To make them trees of righteousness,- The planting of the Lord below; To spread the honour of his grace, And on to full perfection go. 300 3d P. M. 4 6s & 2 Ss. The jubilee trumpet. The gladly-solemn sound; To earth's remotest bound, Hath full atonement made : Ye mournful souls, be glad : The all-atoning Lamb; Throughout the world proclaim : Your liberty receive, And blest in Jesus live: |